"Nine Lives, by Dan AdamsOur cat like to
sleep in a box
filled with photos
and documents --
memories of my
childhood.
Like the gangster
in the late
late movie --
my past is being ripped
and shredded --
destroyed forever.
Today
he ate the head of
Father Burns --
tore the left arm
off Sister Anthony --
my elementary school
principal.
Nice kitty.
4 comments:
Have you read Mary Oliver's poems about her dog, Percy? They're charming.
I'm a soft touch for anything to do with cats, and this was wonderful! I'd not read the poem before. Thank you, June.
Fun poem--and as the proud slave of a stomach-with-legs, I laughed out loud more than once!
Yes, Kass, I know Mary Oliver's Percy poems. Just for those who read comments here -- another animal poem, this one by Ogden Nash:
The cow is of the bovine ilk.
One end is moon, the other milk.
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